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MARRIAGE CHIMES 
FOR TRUE LOVERS 

A COLLECTION OF POEMS ON 
LOVE MARRIAGE HOME ^ ^ ^ 



<^ C0JHPILED BY 

M. C. HAZARD, Ph.D. 



BOSTON 

Tlbe pilcjrlm ipreee 

BEACON STREET 



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Copyright, 1896. 
J. H. Thwksburv, Agent. 



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CONTENTS 



I 

LOVE 



PAGE 

Fidelity of Love 15 

Love's Fulfilling 15 

Not a Summer Mood 13 

Quotations from 

Philip James Bailey 5 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning 10 

Bulwer-Lytton 11 

Lord Byron 8 

Susan Coolidge 12 

Benjamin Disraeli 13 

Ralph Waldo Emerson 13 

Henry W. Longfellow 5 

Johann Christoph Friedrich von vSchiller 9 

Sir Walter Scott 7 

William Shakespeare 7 

Madame de Stael 12 

Charles Swain 11 

Alfred Tennyson 11 

William Makepeace Thackeray 10 

Martin Farquhar Tuj)per 12 

What Love Is 16 

Young Love 14 



Contenlg 

II 

LOVE'S AVOWAL 

PAGE 

A Fair Bargain 29 

A Spring- Love Song 31 

At the Feet of My Love 30 

Ay or No 21 

In the Evening Time 23 

My Jeanie ^2 

Happy Love 21 

Ruth 28 

The Courtin' o 24 

III 
LOVE'S DEVOTION 

A Chain 52 

A Deathless Flower 52 

A Lover's Vow 48 

A Red, Red Rose 46 

Beauty Unseen 47 

Do I Love Thee ? 39 

Enduring Love^ ^7 

Far Sweeter 49 

1 Cannot Help Loving Ttiee '. '. ! r— r — r-"T 45 

I Count My Times 40 

My Queen 51 

My White Rose 44 

She Is Coming 38 

The Kiss of One Girl 40 

The Little Rift 50 

The Might of One Fair Face 50 

What I Would Ask for Ihee 41 

You and I 42 



Contents 

IV 
MARRIAGE 

PAGE 

A Winsome Wee Thing 66 

Love's Preludes 64 

Now the Rite is Done 58 

Our Wedding Day 6^ 

The Lord's Blessing 61 

The Married Lover 65 

The Primal Marriage Blessing 59 

Two Loves 57 

V 
THE HOME 

A Golden Day 78 

A Phantom of Delight 76 

A True Home 74 

Home Joys 80 

My Wife 79 

Not Four Square Walls 70 

O Happy House 71 

Our Home 72 

Respectful Love t — r— : fg" 

The King and Kingdom 69 

We Fell Out yy 

VI 

LIFE-LOVERS 

Never Old ... 89 

Summer in the Heart 87 

The Wedding Anniversary 89 

Thou and I 92 

Three Loves in a Life 85 

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FLOWER MEANINGS. 

A key to the interpretation of the floral embellishments which 
appear in this book. 

Rose = Love. 

Pink = Pure and ardent affection. 

Tulip = Declaration of love. 

Lily- OF-THE- Valley = Return of happiness. 

Honeysuckle = Devoted affection. 

Daisy = hmocence. 

Ivy = Fidelity. 

Lily = Purity. 

Woodbine = Fraternal love. 

Hawthorn = Hope. 

Bay Leaf ^= I change but in death. 

Bluebell = Constancy. 



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Set vie as a seal upon tJiine hearty as a seal 

upon thine ar77i : 
For love is strong as death. 

Many waters cannot quench love^ 
Neither can the floods drown it. 

— Cajit. 8 : 6, 7 



LOVE 



Philip James Bailey 

A SK not of me, love, what is love ? 
-^"^ Ask what is good of God above — 
Ask of the great sun what is light — 
Ask what is darkness of the night — 
Ask sin of what may be forgiven — 
Ask what is happiness of heaven — 
Ask what is folly of the crowd — 
Ask what is fashion of the shroud — 
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss — 
Ask of thyself what beauty is. j^ 

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love. 

— Festus 



The truth of truths is love. 



— Festus 



Henry W. Longfellow 

T T is a dream, sweet child ! a waking 

-*- dream, 

A blissful certainty, a vision bright 

Of that rare happiness, which even on earth 

Heaven gives to those it loves. 

— The Spanish Student 



/Ibarriage Cbimee 

Love is the root of creation ; God's essence ; 

worlds without number 
Lie in his bosom like children ; he made 

them for this purpose only : 
Only to love and to be loved again ; he 

breathed forth His spirit 
Into the slumbering dust, and upright 

standing, it laid its 
Hand on its heart, and felt it was warm 

with a flame out of heaven. 

— Children of the Lord''s Supper 

It is difficult to know at what moment 

love begins ; it is less difficult to know 

that it has beo:un. ^ , 

^ — Kavanagh 

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. 
It serves for food and raiment. 

— The Spanish Studejit 

So these lives that had run thus far in sep- 
arate channels. 

Coming in sight of each other, then swerv- 
ing and flowing asunder, 

Parted by barriers strong, but drawing 
nearer and nearer, 

Rushed together at last, and one was lost 
in the other. 

— Courtship of Alii es St an dish 
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Sir Walter Scott 

Tn peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; 

-■-In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; 

In halls, in gay attire is seen ; 

In hamlets, dances on the green. 

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, 

And men below, and saints above ; 

For love is heaven, and heaven is love. 

— T/ie Lay of the Last Minstrel 

True love 's the gift which God has given 
To man alone beneath the heaven. 

It is the secret sympathy, 

The silver link, the silken tie. 

Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, 

In body and in soul can bind. 

— The Lay of the Last Minstrel 

William Shakespeare 

GOOD shepherd, tell this youth what 't is 
to love. 
It is to be all made of sighs and tears ; 

It is to be all made of faith and service ; 

It is to be all made of fantasy. 

— As You Like It 



/Ibarriatie Cbtmce 

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. 
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound. 

— Loz'e's Labour's Lost 

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, 
There is no music in the nightingale. 

— Two Gentlemen of Verona 

What ! keep a week away .^ seven days and 

nights ? 
Eight-score eight hours ? and lovers' absent 

hours, 
More tedious than the dial eight-score times ? 
Oh, weary reckoning ! _ ^^^^^^^^ 



Lord Byron 

A/es, Love indeed is light from heaven ; 
-*- A spark of that immortal fire 
With angels shared, by Allah given, 
To lift from earth our low desire. 

— The Giaour 

Oh Love ! young Love ! bound in thy rosy 

band, 
Let sage and cynic prattle as he will, 
These hours, and only these, redeem life's 

years of ill. 

— Childe Harold. Ca?ito II 



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O that the desert were my dwelling-place, 
With one fair spirit for my minister, 

That I might all forget the human race, 
And, hating no one, love but only her ! 
— Childe Harold, Canto IV 

She knew she was by him beloved — she 

knew, 
For quickly comes such knowledge, that 

his heart 
Was darken'd with her shadow. 

— The Dream 

She was his life. 
The ocean to the river of his thoughts. 

Which terminated all. ^, ^ 

— The Dream 



JOHANN ChRISTOPH FrIEDRICH VON 

Schiller 

BLESSED through love are the gods — 
through love 
Their bliss to ourselves is given ; 
Heavenlier through love is the heaven 
above 
And love makes the earth a heaven. 

— The Trhimph of Love 

Love can sun the Realms of Light ! 

— The Triumpli of Jaw e 
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/nbarda^e Cbimea 

William Makepeace Thackeray 

Tt is best to love wisely, no doubt ; but to 

-^ love foolishly is better than not to be 

able to love at all. „ , 

— Fendennts 



Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

T WOULD not be a rose upon the wall 

^ A queen might stop at, near the palace 

door. 
To say to a courtier, " Pluck that rose for me. 
It 's prettier than the rest." O Romney 

Leigh ! 
I 'd rather far be trodden by his foot 
Than lie in a great queen's bosom. 

— Aurora Leigh 

Behold me ! I am worthy 
Of thy loving, for I love thee ! 

— Lady GeraldtJie^s Cotirtship 

Then we talked — oh, how we talked ! her 
voice so cadenced in the talking, 
Made another singing — of the soul! a 
music without bars — 
While the leafy sounds of woodlands, hum- 
ming round where we were walking, 
Wrought interposition worthy sweet — as 
skies above the stars. 

— Lady Geraldiiie^s Courtship 



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Alfred Tennyson 

TovE lieth deep; Love dwells not in 
^ ^ * — TAe Lover's Tale 

Love reflects the thing beloved. 

— In Memoria7n 

Love 's too precious to be lost, 
A little grain shall not be spilt. 

— hi Memoriam 

Bulwer-Lytton 

T OVE has no thought of self ! 

-■ — ' Love buys not with the ruthless 

usurer's gold 
The loathsome prostitution of a hand 
Without a heart. Love sacrifices all things 
To bless the thing it loves. 

— The Lady of Lyons 

Charles Swain 

LOVE is not to be bought — 't is of the soul 
-^ The noblest element, the spirit bond 
That links the angel with humanity. 
As well might'st thou attempt to purchase 

heaven. 
To vend the stars, make traffic of the skies, 
Or measure out what is immeasuralile. 
As count each feeling in the pulse of love. 



/Ibarriage Cbimes 

Martin Farquhar Tupper 

10VE ! what a volume in a word ! an ocean 
-^ in a tear ! 
A seventh heaven in a glance ! a heaven in 

a sigh ! 
The lightning in a touch I a millenium in a 

moment ! 
What concentrated joy, or woe, in bless'd 
or. blighted love ! 

Madame de Stael 

LOVE is the emblem of etemit}' : it con- 
-^ founds all notion of time : effaces all 

memor}- of a beginning, all fear of an end. 

— Conn fie 

Love knows no motive, it seems to be a 
divine power that works and thinks within 
us, taking entire possession of us. our hav- 
ing no control over it. ^ 

SUSAX Coolidge 

THAXK God for Love : though Love may 
hurt and wound. 
Though set with sharpest thorns its rose 

may be : 
Roses are not of winter : all attuned 
Must be the earth, full of soft stir, and free 
And warm, ere dawns the rose upon its tree. 
— Benedicam Domino 



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Benjamin Disraeli 

^T /"e are all born for love. It is the 
^ ^ principle of existence and its only 

Ralph Waldo Emerson 

T ov'E, which is the essence of God, is 

^ — ' not for levity, but for the total 

worth of man. ^p ^r r^ ■ ^ ; -^ 

— Assay. Of friendship 

All mankind love a lover. 

— Essay. Of Love 

NOT A SUMMER MOOD 

OH, Love is not a summer mood, 
Nor flying phantom of the brain, 
Nor youthful fever of the blood. 

Nor dream, nor fate, nor circumstance. 
Love is not born of blinded chance. 
Nor bred in simple ignorance. 

Love is the flower of maidenhood ; 

Love is the fruit of mortal pain ; 
And she hath winter in her blood. 

True Love is steadfast as the skies, 

And once alight she never flies; 

And Love is strong, and Love is wise. 
— Richard Jl^afso/i Gilder 



Carriage Cbimce 

YOUNG LOVE 

/^^ SPLENDID sun that shone above ! 
^^ O green magnificence of Earth ! 
I^orn once into that land of love. 
No life can know a second birth. 

Dear, boyish heart, that trembled so 
With bashful fear and fond unrest, — 

More frightened than a dove, to know 
Another bird within its nest ! 

Sharp thrills of doubt, with hopes that came. 
Fond words addressed, — each word a 
pang; 

Then — hearts baptized with heavenly flame. 
How like the morning stars ye sang ! 

Love bound ye with his holiest link, 
The faith in each that asks no more. 

And led ye from the sacred brink 
Of mysteries he held in store. 

Love led ye, children, from the bowers 
Where Strength and Beauty find his 
crown : 
Ye were not ripe for mortal flowers ; 

(lod's angel brought an amaranth down. 
— Bnviird Taylor 



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FIDELITY OF LOVE 
ET me not to the marriage of true minds 



Admit impediments. Love is not love 
Which alters when it alterations finds, 
Or bends with the remover to remove. 
Oh, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, 
That looks on tempests, and is never 

shaken. 
It is the star to every wandering bark. 
Whose worth 's unknown, although his 

height be taken. 
Love 's not Time's fool, though rosy lips 

and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle's compass come ; 
Love alters not with his brief hours and 

weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 
If this be error, and upon me proved, 
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

— Shakespeare^ Sonnet cx7>i 

LOVE'S FULFILLING 

OH, Love is weak 
Which counts the answers and the 
gains, 
Weighs all the losses and the pains, 
And eagerly each fond word drains 
A joy to seek. 



/Iftarria^e Cbimee 

When Love is strong 
It never tarries to take heed, 
Or know if its return exceed 
Its gift; in its sweet haste no greed, 
No strifes belong. 

It hardly asks 
If it be loved at all ; to take 
So barren seems, when it can make 
Such bliss, for the beloved's sake, 

Of bitter tasks. 

Its ecstasy 
Could find death so beauteous. 
It sees through tears how Christ loved us. 
And speaks, in saying " I love thus," 

No blasphemy. 

So much we miss 
If Love is weak, so much we gain 
If Love is strong, God thinks no pain 
Too sharp or lasting to ordain 

To teach us this. 

— Helen Hitnt Jackso7i 

WHAT LOVE IS 



LOVE is not made of kisses, or of sighs, 
■^ Of clinging hands, or of the sorceri 
And subtle witchcrafts of alluring eyes. 



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Love is not made of broken whispers ; no ! 
Nor of the blushing cheek, whose answer- 
ing glow 
Tells that the ear has heard the accents low. 

Love is not made of tears, nor yet of smiles. 
Of quivering lips, or of enticing wiles : 
Love is not tempted ; he himself beguiles. 

This is Love's language, but this is not Love. 

If we know aught of Love, how shall we dare 
To say that this is Love, when well aware 
That these are common things, and Love is 
rare? 

As separate streams may, blending, ever roll 
In course united, so, of soul to soul, 
Love is the best union of the whole. 

As molten metals mingle ; as a chord 
Swells in sweet harmony ; when Love is 

Lord, 
Two hearts are one, as letters form a word. 

One heart, one mind, one soul, and one 

desire, 
A kindred fancy, and a sister fire 
Of thought and passion ; these can Love 

inspire. 

This makes a heaven of. earth ; for this 
is Love. /-/ / » A / 

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And still, when a pair of lovers meets 

There "s a sweet?tess in the atr, unearthly sioeet^ 

That savors still of that happy retreat 

Where Eve by Adam was courted. 

Whilst the joyous thrush and the gentle dove 

Woo^d their inates in the boughs above. 

And the serpent^ as yet, only sported. 

— Thomas Hood, ''Miss Kilitiansegg''^ 



LOVE'S AVOWAL 



AY OR NO 

11 There is another sweet as my sweet, 
^ ^ Fine of the fine, and shy of the shy ? 
Fine little hands, fine little feet — 

Dewy blue eye ! 
wShall I write to her?, shall I go ? 

Ask her to marry me by and by ? 
Somebody said that she 'd say No ; 

Somebody knows that she '11 say Ay ! 

Ay or No, if asked to her face ? 

Ay or No, from shy of the shy ? 
Go, little letter, apace, apace, 

Fly! 
Fly to the light in the valley below — 
Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye : 
Somebody said that she 'd say No ; 
Somebody knows that she '11 say Ay ! 

— Alfred ToDiysoi 

o HAPPY lovp: 

"O UT hark ! a rap comes gently to the door. 
^-^ Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the 

same, 
Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, 
To do some errands, and convoy her hame. 



/IbartiaGC Cbimce 

The wily mother sees the conscious flame 
Sparkle in Jenny's e'e. and flush her cheek : 
Wi* heart-struck anxious care, inquires his 

name. 
While Jenny haflfiins is afraid to speak: 
Weel pleased the mother hears it 's nae 

wild, worthless rake. 

Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben. 
A strappan youth ; he takes the mother's eye : 
Blithe Jenny sees the visit 's no ill ta'en : 
The father cracks of horses, pleughs and 

kye : 
The youngster's artless heart o'erflows with 

joy, 
But blate and laithfu*. scarce can weel be- 
have. 
The mother, wi" a woman's wiles, can spy 
What makes the youth sae bashfu* and 

sae grave : 
Weel pleased to think her bairn 's respected 
like the lave. 

O happy love I where love like this is found ! 

heartfelt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 

1 've paced this weary mortal round. 

And sage experience bids me this declare : — 
••If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure 

spare. 
One cordial in this melancholv vale, 



%ovc'e Bvowal 

'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair 

In other's arms breathe out the tender tale 

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents 

the evening gale." 

— From Burns' " Cottar's Saturday Night " 

IN THE EVENING TIME 

' I ^OGETHER we walked in the evening 

time, 
Above us the sky spread golden and clear. 
And he bent his head and looked in my eyes. 
As if he held me of all most dear. 

Oh, it was sweet in the evening time ! 

Grayer the light grew and grayer still. 
The rooks flitted home through the purple 

shade; 
The nightingales sang where the thorns 

stood high. 
As I walked with him in the woodland 

glade. 
Oh, it was sweet in the evening time ! 

And our pathway went through fields of 

wheat ; 
Narrow that path and rough the way, 
But he was near, and the birds sang true, 
And the stars came out in the twilight gray. 
Oh, it was sweet in the evening time ! 

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Softly he spoke of the days long past 
Softly of blessed days to be ; 
Close to his arm and closer I prest. 
The cornfield path was Eden to me. 
Oh. it was sweet in the evening time ! 

And the latest gleams of daylight died : 

My hand in his enfolded lay : 

We swept the dew from the wheat as we 

passed. 
For narrower, narrower, wound the way. 
Oh, it was sweet in the evening time ! 

He looked in the depth of my eyes, and 

said, 
•• Sorrow and gladness will come for us. 

sweet : 

But together we 11 walk through the fields 

of life. 
Close as we walked through the fields 
of wheat" , ^ ^ 



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THE COURTIX* 

)D makes sech nights, all white and 
still 



Fur "z you can look or listen. 
Moonshine an* snow on field an' hilL 
All silence an' all glisten. 

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Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, 
An' peeked in thru' the winder, 

An' there sot Huldy all alone, 
'Ith no one nigh to hender. 

7^ T^ ¥^ "yf: ^ 

The very room, coz she was in, 
Seemed warm from floor to ceilin\ 

An' she looked full ez rosy agin 
Ez the apples she was peelin' 

'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look 

On sech a blessed cretur, 
A dogrose blushin' to a brook 

Ain't modester nor sweeter. 

He was six foot o' man, A i, 

Clean grit an' human natur' ; 
None couldn't quicker pitch a ton 

Nor dror a furrer straighter. 

He 'd sparked it with full twenty gals. 
Had squired 'em, danced 'em, druv' 'em, 

Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells — 
All is, he couldn't love 'em. 

But long o' her his veins 'ould run 

All crinkly like curled maple; 
The side she breshed felt full o' sun 

Ez a south slope in Ap'il. 



/IRarria^e Cbimee 

She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing 

Ez hisn in the choir ; 
My! when he made Ole Hunderd ring, 

She kjiowed the Lord was nigher. 

An' she blushed scarlit, right in prayer, 
When her new meetin' bunnet 

Felt somehow thru' its crown a pair 
O' blue eyes set upon it. 

Thet night, I tell ye, she looked some / 
She seemed to 've got a new soul. 

For she felt sartin-sure he 'd come, 
Down to her very shoe-sole. 

She heered a foot, an' knowed it tu, 
A raspin' on the scraper, — 

All ways to once her feelin's flew 
Like sparks in burnt-up paper. 

He kin' o' I'itered on the mat. 
Some doubtfle o' the sekle, 

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, 
But hern went pity Zekle. 



An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk 
Ez though she wished him furder. 

An' on her apples kep' to work, 
Parin' away like murder. 



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%ovc'e Browal 

" You want to see my Pa, I s'pose ? '" 
" Wal .... no ... . I come designin' " 

"To see my Ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es 
Agin to-morrer's i'nin'." 

To say why gals acts so or so, 

Or do n't, 'ould be presumin'; 
Mebby to mean j^j- an' say 7io 

Comes nateral to wimmin. 

He stood a spell on one foot fust, 

Then stood a spell on t'other, 
An' on which one he felt the wust 

He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. 

Says he, " I 'd better call agin " ; 

Says she, " Think likely, Mister " ; 
Thet last word pricked him like a pin, 

An' Wal, he up an' kist her. 

When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, 

Huldy sot pale ez ashes. 
All kin' o' smily roun' the lips 

An' teary roun' the lashes. 

For she was jes' the quiet kind 

Whose naturs never vary, 
Like streams that keep a summer mind 

Snowhid in Jenooary. 



it^arnaMC Cbimcr 

The blood dost roun' her heart felt glued 

Too tight for all expressin*. 
Till mother see how matters stood. 

And gin 'em both her blessin'. 

Then her red come back like the tide 

Down to the Bay o' Fimdy. 
An' all I know is they was cried 

In meetin* come next Sunday. 

— Jam€s Russell Lawcli 



RUTH 

SHE stood breast high amid the conu 
Clasped by the golden light of mom. 
Like the sweetheart of the sun. 
WTio manv a g^lowincr kiss had won. 



On her cheek an autumn flush. 
Deeply ripened. — such a blush 
In the midst of brown was bom. 
Like red poppies grown with com. 

Round her eyes her tresses fell : 
WTiich were blackest none could telL 
But long lashes veiled a light. 
That had else been all too bric^ht. 



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And her hat, with shady brim, 
Made her tressy forehead dim ; — 
Thus she stood among the stocks, 
Praising God with sweetest looks : 

Sure, I said, heaven did not mean 
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean ; 
Lay thy sheaf adown and come, 
Share my harvest and my home. 

— Thomas Hood 



A FAIR BARGAIN 

IV /Ty true love hath my heart, and I have 
^^ ^ his, 

By just exchange one to the other given : 
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss : 
There never was a better bargain driven : 
My true love hath my heart, and I have 
his. 

His heart in me keeps him and me in one, 
My heart in him his thought and senses 

guides : 
He loves my heart, for once it was his own, 
I cherish his because in me it bides : 
My true love hath my heart, and I have 

— Sir PJiilip Sid) icy 
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AT THE FEET OF MY LOVE 

A SONG — to lay at the feet of My Love. — 
^^^ Something that when the singing is 
done. 
And the singer himself hath passed away. 
May recall the voice of the absent one 
And the whispered love of a vanished 
day. — 
This would I lav at the feet of Mv Love. 



A rose — to lay at the feet of My Love. 
To live in her hair for just as long 
As my singing may linger about her heart. 
But whose petals shall keep, as shall the 

song. 
Their sweetness when color and voice de- 
part. — 
This will I lav at the feet of Mv Love. 



A heart — to lay at the feet of My Love ! 
To leave it there in its simple truth. 
Not for a day. not for a day. 
Strong to endure when the heat of youth 
And cold mid-age shall have passed 
away. — 
Such heart I lay at the feet of My Love! 

— Hamilton Aide 
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A SPRING-LOVE SONG 

Whp:x the earth is waking at the voice 
of May, 
The new grass brightens by the trodden 

way, 
The woods wave welcome to the sweet 
spring day. 
And the sea is growing summer bkie ; 
But fairer, sweeter than the smiHng sky, 
Or bashful violet with tender eye. 
Is she whose love will never die, — 
I love you, darling, only you ! 



Oh, friendships falter when misfortunes 

frown. 
The blossoms vanish when the leaves turn 

brown. 
The shells lie stranded when the tide goes 

down, 
But you, dear heart, are ever true. 
The grass grows greenest when the rain 

drops fall, 
The vine clasps closest to the crumbling 

wall, — 
So love blooms sweetest under sorrow's 

thrall,— 
I love you, darling, only you ! 



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/nbarriatie Cbimee 

The early robin may forget to sing. 
The loving mosses may refuse to cling 
Or the brook to tinkle at the call of spring, 

But you, dear heart, are ever true. 
Let the silver mingle with your curls of 

gold, 
Let the years grow dreary and the world 

wax old. 
But the love I bear you will ne'er grow cold, - 
I love you, darling, only you ! 

— Elizabeth Akers 



MY JEANIE 

THOU hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, 
By that pretty white hand of thine. 
And by a' the lowing stars in heaven. 

That thou wad aye be mine. 
And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie. 

And by that kind heart of thine, 
By a' the stars sown thick owre heaven. 
That thou shalt aye be mine. 



Then foul fa' the hands that wad loose sic 

bands. 
And the heart that wad part sic love ! 
But there 's na hand can loose my band, 
But the finger of Him abuve. 



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Though the wee, wee cot maun be my bield, 
And my clai thing ne'er sae mean, 

I wad lap me rich i' the faulds of luve, — 
Heaven's armfu' o' my Jean. 

Her white arm wad be a pillow for me, 

Fu' saf ter than the down : 
And luve wad winnow owre us his kind, 
kind wings. 

And sweetly I 'd sleep, and soun'. 
Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve ! 

Come here and kneel wi' me ! 
The morn is fu' o' tlie presence of God, 

And I canna pray without thee. 
/(?^7 — Allan Citntii/ii^^/idfu 




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Thou hast raz'isk^d my hearty my sister^ my 
bridi; 

Thou hast ravished my heart 7£*ith one look 
from thine eyes^ 

With one chain of thy neck. 

Ho^ fair is thy ioz'e^ my sister^ my bride' 

//o7tf much better is thy lore than 7oine! 

And the smell of thine ointments than all 
manner of spices ! 

Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honey- 
comb : 

Honey and milk are under thy tongue ; 

And the smell of thy garments is like the 

smell of Lebanon. ^ ^ 

•' — Cant. 4 : q-ii 

Thou art beautiful, O my lore, as Tirzah, 

Comely as ferusalem. 

Terrible as an army 7oith banners. 

Turn away thine eyes from me. 

For they hare orercome me. 

— Cant. 6: 4, s 



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LOVE'S DEVOTION 



Nevermore 
Alone upon the threshold of my door 
Of individual life, I shall command 
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand 
Serenely in the sunshine as before, 
Without the sense of that which 1 for- 
bore — 
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest 

land 
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart 

in mine 
Witli pulses that beat double. What I do 
And what I dream include thee, as the wine 
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I 

sue 
(iod for myself, he hears that name of thine. 
And sees within my eyes the tears o{ two. 
— Klizalh'lli J^anrtt /hoicfii/n^- 



B 



ENDURING LOVE 

iCLiicx'!-: me, if all those eiuU'ariniJ 
younu; charms, 
W'hic h I tj;aze on so I'ondl) today. 



/fcarnacic Cbimc6 

Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in 
my arms. 
Like fairy gifts fading away. 
That thou would'st still be adored, as this 
moment thou art. 
Let thy loveliness fade as it will. 
And around the dear ruin each wish of my 
heart 
Would entwine itself verdantlv still. 

1 1 is not while beaut}- and youth are thine own. 

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear. 
That the fer\'or and faith of a soul may be 
known. 
To which time will but make thee more 
dear ! 
Oh, the heart that has trulv loved never for- 
gets. 
But as truly loves on to the close. 
As the sunflower turns to her god when he 
sets 
The same look which she turned when he 

rose I Ti ^r 

— I nofftas Moore 

SHE IS COMIXc; 
•T^HERE has fallen a splendid tear 

^ From the passion-flower at the gate. 
She is coming, my dove, my dear : 
She is cominjj, mv life, mv fate: 



%ox>c'6 Devotion 

The red rose cries, " She is near, she is 
near!" 

And the white rose weeps, " She is late " ; 
The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear"; 

And the lily whispers, " I wait." 

She is coming, my own, my sweet ; 

Were it ever so fairy a tread. 
My heart would hear her and beat, 

Were it earth in an earthy bed ; 
My dust would hear her and beat, 

Had I lain for a century dead ; 
Would start and tremble under her feet, 

And blossom in purple and red. 

— Tennysoii's " Mand " 

DO I LOVE THEE? 
TAo I love thee ? Ask the bee 
^-^ If she loves the flowery lea, 
Where the honeysuckle blows. 
And the fragrant clover grows. 
As she answers, Yes or No, 
Darling, take my answer so. 

Do I love thee? Ask the l)ird 

When her matin song is heard. 

If she loves the sky so fair. 

Fleecy cloud and licpiid air. 
As she answers. Yes or No, 
Darling, take my answer so. 



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/Iftarriacic Gbtmes 

Do I love thee ? Ask the flower 
If she loves the vernal shower. 
Or the kisses of the sun, 
Or the dew when day is done. 
As she answers, Yes or No, 
Darling, take my answer so. 

THE KISS OF ONE GIRL 

LL the breath and the bloom of the year 
in the bag of one bee ; 
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in 

the heart of one gem ; 
In the core of one pearl all the shade and 

the shine of the sea : 
lireath and bloom, shade and shine, — won- 
der, wealth, and — how far above them — 
Truth, that's brighter than gem. 
Trust, that 's purer than pearl, — 
1 brightest truth, purest trust in tlie universe 
— all were for me 
In tlie kiss of one girl. 

— Rolwrt Brinvnini:^ 

I COUNT MY TIMES 

T COUNT my times by times I meet thee ; 
-■- These are my yesterdays, my morrows, 
noons 
And nights; these m\' old moons and mv 
new moons. 

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ILovc'6 5)evotlon 

Slow fly the hours, or fast the hours do 
flee, 
If thou art far from or art near to me : 
If thou art far, the birds' tunes are no 

tunes ; 
If thou art near, the wintry days are 

Junes, — 
Darkness is light, and sorrow cannot be. 
Thou art my dream come true, and thou 
my dream, 
The air I breathe, the world wherein I 

dwell ; 
My journey's end thou art, and thou the 
way ; 
Thou art what I would be, yet only seem. 
— Richard Watson Gilder 

WHAT I WOULD ASK P^OR THEE 

A T 7hat would I ask for thee, wish for 
^ ^ thee, Sweet ? 

Skies that are peaceful and calm ? 
Seas that are stormless, and winds that 
are soft 
As the low breath of a psalm ? 
No, as I love thee, I ask not that life 

Be from all bitterness free ; 
Something of sunshine and something of 

strife, 
Dear One, is better for thee. 



/Hbarriacjc Cbimce 

Yet would I ask for thee out of my love 

More of its sunshine than storm, 
With just enough of life's shadow and strife 

To keep thy heart tender and warm ; 
Faith to look upward in gladness or gloom, 

Hope 'mid the direst defeat 
Strength in all sorrow, and patience in pain, — 

These would I ask for thee, Sweet. 



These and yet more would I ask for thee. 
Sweet, — 

Grace to be faithful and strong. 
Meekness to bear all thy crosses and care. 

Courage to battle with wrong. 
May the good angels, who watch o'er the 
good, 

C}uide thy dear feet as they roam. 
And in the land that is better than this 

Give thee forever a home ! 



YOU AND I 

' I ^HE winter wind is wailing, sad and low, 
^ Across the lake and through the rust- 
ling sedge ; 
The splendor of the golden afterglow 

Gleams through the blackness of the great 
yew hedge ; 



%ovc's Devotion 

And this I read on earth and in the sky : 
We ought to be together, You and I. 

Rapt through its rosy changes into dark, 
Fades all the west ; and through the 
shadowy trees. 

And in the silent uplands of the park, 
Creeps the soft sighing of the breeze. 

It does but echo to my weary sigh. 
We ought to be together, You and I. 

My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear ; 

My ear is tired, waiting for your call; 
I want your strength to help, your laugh 
to cheer ; 
Heart, soul and senses need you, one 
and all. 
I droop without your full frank sympathy ; 
We ought to be together. You and I. 

We want each other so, to comprehend 
The dream, the hope, things planned, 
or seen or wrought ; 
Companion, comforter, and guide, and 
friend ; 
As much as love asks love, does thought 
need thought. 
Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly, 
We ought to be together. You and I. 



/I^arria^e Cbimee 




MY WHITE ROSE 

npKUE. 'tis only a rose 

^ But her leaves are white. 
And her heart is sweet. 

And she lives and grows — 
P^or me I 

My Rose may seem less fair 
To other eyes than mine : 

She may not be sweet. 
She may not be pure — 
To all. 

There are some little thorns 
Quite hidden from view : 

If they were not there. 
She would not be here — 
For long. 

All have more or less pain 
And sorrow and care : 

But the sunlight comes. 
And the smiles return — 
In time. 

One thing I surely know. 

That when I am sad, 
And need help the most, 

She whispers ofttimes 
To me : 



%ovc'e Devotion 



So I go on my way, 

My load less a load ; — 

Her hand in His, and 
Mine in hers, my sweet 
White Rose. 



- Anofi . 



I CANNOT HELP LOVING THEE 

Tf the apple grows on the apple tree, 
-■- And the wild wind blows o'er the wild- 
wood free. 
And the deep stream flows to the deeper 

sea; 
And they cannot help growing, and blow- 
ing, and flowing, 

I cannot help loving thee. 

But if wild winds blew no more on the lea. 
And no blossoms grew on the healthy tree, 
And the river untrue escaped to the sea. 
And they all had ceased growing, and 
blowing, and flowing, 

I 'd never cease loving thee. 

And till that hour in the day or night, 
In the field or bower, in the dark or light. 
In the fruit or flower, in the bloom or blight. 
In my reaping or sowing. \w\ coming oi- 
going, 

I 11 never cease loving thee. 

— Anon. 
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/Iftarriacic Cbimes 

How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. 
I love thee to the depth and breadth and 

height 
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 
I love to the level of every day's 
IVIost quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 
I love thee with the passion put to use 
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's 

faith. 
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the 

breath, 
Smiles, tears, of all my life ! and, if God 

choose, 
I shall love thee better after death. 

— Elizabeth Barrett Browuiiv^ 



A RED, RED ROSE 

OH, my luve 's like a red, red rose, 
That 's newly sprung in June ! 
Oh, my luve 's like the melodie 
That 's sweetly played in tune ! 



As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
So deep in luve am I ; 

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%ovc'e 5)evotlon 

And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
Till a' the seas gang dry. 

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt wi' the sun, 

And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
While the sands o' life shall run. 

— Robert Burns 

BEAUTY UNSEEN 

LOVE took me softly by the hand, 
-^ Love led me all the country o'er, 
And showed me beauty in the land. 
That I had never seen before — 
Never before — never before — 
O Love, sweet Love ! 

There was a glory in the morn, 

There was a calmness in the night, 

A mildness in the south wind borne, 
That I have never felt aright. 
Never aright — never aright — 
O Love, sweet Love ! 

But now it cannot pass away — 

I feel it whereso'er I go. 
And in my heart l)y night and day 

Its gladness moveth to and fro; 
By night and day — by night and day — 

O Love, sweet Love ! 

— A II 0)1. 
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/nbarrtase Cbtmea 

A LOVER'S VOW 

To my room 

I went, and closed and locked the door, 
And cast myself down on my bed, 

And there, with many a blissful tear, 
I vowed to love and prayed to wed 

The maiden who had grown so dear; 
Thanked God who had set her in my path : 

And promised, as I hoped to win 
I never would sully my faith 

By the least selfishness or sin ; 
Whatever in her sight I 'd seem, 

I 'd really be ; I 'd never blend 
With my delight in her a dream 

'T would change her cheek to comprehend : 
And, if she wished it, I 'd prefer 

Another's to my own success ; 
And always seek the best for her 

With unofficious tenderness. 



Rising, I breathed a brighter clime, 

And found myself all self above. 
And, with a charity sublime. 

Contemned not those who did not love ; 
And I could not but feel that then 

I shone with something of her grace, 
And went forth to my fellow men, 

My commendation in my face. 
— Coventry Patmore, " TJie Angel in the Ilotise " 
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%ovc'6 Devotion 

FAR SWEETER 

STRANGE ! that one lightly-whispered 
tone 
Is far, far sweeter unto me. 
Than all the sounds that kiss the earth, 

Or breathe along the sea ; 
But, lady, when thy voice I greet, 
Not heavenly music seems so sweet. 

I look upon the fair blue skies, 
And naught but empty air I see ; 

But when I turn me to thine eyes. 
It seemeth unto me 

Ten thousand angels spread their wings 

Within those little azure rings. 

The lily hath the softest leaf 

That ever western breeze hath fanned. 
But thou shalt have the tender flower, 

So I may take thy hand ; 
That little hand to me doth yield 
More joy than all the broidered field. 

O lady ! there be many things 

That seem right fair, below, above ; 
But sure not one among them all 

Is half so sweet as love ; — 
Let us not pay our vows alone, 
But join two altars both in one. 

— Oliver Wendell Jlolmes 
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/Bbairiatic Cbimc^ 

THE LITTLE RIFT 
Tx Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours. 
^ Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal 

powers : 
L' nfaith in' aught is want of faith in all. 

It is the little rift within the lute 
That by and by will make the music mute. 
And ever widening slowly silence all. 

The little rift within the lover's lute. 
Or little speck in garnered fruit. 
That rotting inward slowly moulders all. 

It is not worth the keeping : let it go : 
But shall it.^ answer, darling: answer. No. 
And trust me not at all or all in all. 

— Alf^'cd Tennyson 



THE MIGHT OF ONE FAIR FACE 

THE might of one fair face sublimes my 
love. 
For it hath weaned my heart from low 

desires : 
Nor death I heed, nor purgatorial fires. 
Thy beauty, antepast of joys above, 
Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve: 
For oh, how good, how beautiful, must be 
The God that made so good a thing as thee, 
So fair an image of the heavenly Dove ! 



%ovc'e Devotion 

Forgive me, if I cannot turn away 

From those sweet eyes that are my 

earthly heaven ; 
For they are guiding stars, benignly given 
To tempt my footsteps to the upward way ; 
And if I dwell too fondly in thy sight, 
I live and love in God's peculiar light. 
— Michael Angela, tr. by Hartley Coleridge 

MY QUEEN 

WHAT you do 
Still betters what is done. When 
you speak, sweet, 
I 'd have you do it ever; when you sing, 
I 'd have you buy and sell so, so give alms, 
Pray so; and, for the ordering of your 

affairs. 
To sing them too ; when you do dance, 1 

wish you 
A wave of the sea, that you might ever do 
Nothing but that ; move still, still so. 
And own no other function. Each your 

doing, 
So singular in each particular. 
Crowns what you are doing in the present 

deed. 
That all your acts are queens. 

— Shakespeare, " TJic JVintrrs 7\ilr'' 



/ftarnauc Cbimce 

A DEATHLESS FLOWER 

'V/es. hope may with my strong desire keep 

^ pace. 

And I be undeluded, imbetrayed : 
For if of our affections none find grace 
In sight of heaven, then wherefore hath God 

made 
The world which we inhabit ? Better plea 
Love cannot have than that in loving thee 
Glor\- to that eternal peace is paid, 
WTio such di\"init}- to thee imparts 
As hallows and makes pure all gende hearts. 
His hope is treacherous only whose love 

dies 
With beaut}% which is varying ever}- hour : 
But in chaste hearts, uninfluenced by the 

power 
Of out\vard change, there blooms a death- 
less flower. 
That breathes on earth the air of Paradise. 
— Michael Angela, tr. by William Wordsworth 



A CHAIN 

TT^HE bond that links our souls together. 
-■- Will it last through stormy weather ? 
W^ill it moulder and decay 

As the long hours pass away? 



Xove'0 Devotion 

Will it stretch if Fate divide us, 

When dark and weary hours have tried 
us? 

Oh, if it look too poor and slight. 
Let us break the links to-night ! 



Yet what no mortal hand could make, 

No mortal power can ever break ; 
What words or vows could never do. 

No words or vows can make untrue ; 
And, if to other hearts unknown, 

The dearer and the more our own, 
Because too sacred and divine 

For other eyes, save thine and mine. 

And see ! though slender, it is made 

Of Love and Trust ; and can they fade ? 
While, if too slight it seem to bear 

The breathings of the summer air. 
We know that it could bear the weight 

Of a most heavy heart of late. 
And as each day and hour flew 

The stronger for its burthen grew. 

And, too, we know and feel again 
It has been sanctified l)y pain ; 

For what (iod deigns to try with sorrow 
He means not to decay to-morrow ; 

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/nbarnac^c Cbimee 

But through that fiery trial last. 

When earthly ties and bonds are past ; 
What slighter things dare not endure 

Will make our Love more safe and pure. 

Love shall be purified by Pain, 

And Pain be soothed by Love again : 
So let us now take heart and go 

Cheerfully on through joy and woe. 
No change the summer sun can bring, 

Or the inconstant skies of spring, 
Or the bleak winter's stormy weather, 

For we shall meet them. Love, together ! 

— Adelaide Anne P)'octer 




A)id iJic Lord God said. It is not good tJiat 
the niati should be alone; I ivill make him an 
help meet for him. . . . Therefore shall a man 
leave his father and his jnother., and shall cleai'e 
unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. — 
Gen. 2 : i8, 24. 

I/ave ye not read., that he which made them 
from the beginning made them male ajid female., 

and said, For this caiise shall a man leave his 
fatJier and mother., and shall clea7>e to his 

wife; and the twain shall become one flesh ? 

So that they are no 7?iore tzoain, but one flesh. 

What therefore God hath joined together., let 

not man put asunder. — Matt, ig : 4-6. 

There was a marriage in Cana . . . a//d 
fesus also zvas bidden., and his disciples., to 
the marriage. — fohn 2 : /, 2. 



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MARRIAGE 



AND on her lover's arm she leant, 
And round her waist she felt it fold, 
And far across the fields she went 
In that new world which is the old. 

And o'er the hills, and far away 
Beyond their Utmost purple rim, 

Beyond the night, across the day, 
Thro' all the world she followed him. 

— Te7inyson^s " The Day-Dreain " 

TWO LOVES 

Two Loves came up a long, wide aisle, 
And knelt at a low, white gate ; 
One, tender and true, with the shyest smile. 
One, strong, true and elate. 

Two lips spoke in a firm, true way, 
And two lips answered soft and low ; 

In one true hand such a little hand lay 
Fluttering, frail as a flake of snow. 

One stately head bent humbly there. 

Stilled with the throbbings of human love ; 

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Aarria^c Cbimc6 

One head drooped down like a lily fair ; 
Two prayers went wing to wing, above. 

God blessed them both in the holy place : 
A long, brief moment, the rite was done ; 

On the human love fell the heavenly grace. 
Making tv\'0 hearts forever one. 

Between two lengthening rows of smiles. — 
One sweetly shy. one proud, elate. — 

Two Loves passed down the long, wide aisles. 

Will they ever forget the low. white gate ? 

— A Jam Joseph Ryan 



NOW THE RITE IS DONE 

NOW the rite is duly done. 
Now the word is spoken. 
And the spell has made us one 
Which may ne'er be broken : 
Rest we. dearest in our home, — 

Roam we o'er the heather. — 
We shaU rest and we shall roam. 
Shall we not ? together. 

From this hour the summer rose 
Sweeter breathes to charm us ; 

From this hour the winter snows 
Lighter fall to harm us : 

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/iRarrta^e 

Fair or foul, on land or sea, 

Come the wind or weather, 
Best or worst, whate'er they be, 

We shall share together. 

Death, who friend from friend can part, 

Brother rend from brother. 
Shall but link us, heart and heart, 

Closer to each other : 
We will call his anger play, 

Deem his dart a feather. 
When we meet him on our way 

Hand in hand together. 

— Winthrop Mackwo7'th P^'cied 

THE PRIMAL MARRIAGE 
BLESSING 

"-A threefold cord is not quickly broken^ — 
EccL 4 : 12. 

' I ^HE voice that breathed o'er Eden, 
^ That earliest wedding-day. 
The primal marriage blessing. 
Hath never passed away. 

Still in the pure espousal 

Of Christian man and maid, 
The holy Three are with us, 

Tlie threefold jj^race is said. 



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/nbarrtage Cbimes 

Be present, awful Father, 
To give away this bride, 

As Eve thou gav'st to Adam 
Out of his own pierced side : 

Be present, Son of Mary, 
To join their loving hands. 

As thou didst bind two natures 
In thine eternal bands : 



Be present, holiest Spirit, 
To bless them as they kneel, 

As thou for Christ, the Bridegroom, 
The heavenly Spouse doth seal. 

Oh, spread thy pure wing o'er them. 
Let no ill power find place. 

When onward to thine altar 
The hallowed path they trace. 



To cast their crowns before thee 

In perfect sacrifice, 
Till to the home of gladness 

With Christ's own Bride they rise. 
Amen. 
July 12, 1857. —John KebU 



THE LORD'S BLESSING 
T Tow welcome was the call, 
^ ^ And sweet the festal lay, 
When Jesus deigned in Cana's hall 

To bless the marriage-day ! 

And happy was the bride. 

And glad the bridegroom's heart, 

For He who tarried at their side 
Bade grief and ill depart. 

His gracious power divine 

The water vessels knew ; 
And plenteous was the mystic wine 

The wondering servants drew. 

O Lord of life and love, 

Come thou again to-day, 
And bring a blessing from above 

That ne'er shall pass away. 

Oh, bless, as erst of old, 

The Ijridegroom and the bride ; 

Bless with the holier stream that flowed 
Forth from thy pierced side ! 

Before thine altar-throne 

This mercy we implore ; 
As thou dost knit them. Lord, in one, 

So bless them evermore. Amen. 
1861. — Sir Henry Williams Baker 



/Rbarrlatic Cbimce 

EVEN in the happiest choice, where 
favVing heaven 
Has equal love and easy fortune given, 
Think not, the husband gained, that all 

is done ; 
The prize of happiness must still be won : 
And oft the careless find it to their cost, 
The lover in the husband may be lost: 
The graces might alone his heart allure ; 
They and the virtues meeting must secure. 

— Lo7'd Lyttleton 

OH, life is not perfect with Love's first 
kiss ; 
Who would win the blessing must wrestle ; 
And the deeper the sorrow, the dearer the 
bliss. 
That in its rich core may nestle ! 
Our angels oft greet us in tearful guise. 

And our saviors come in sorrow ; 
While the murkiest midnight that frowns 
from the skies 
Is at heart a radiant to-morrow ! 
We laugh and we cry, we sing and we sigh. 

And life will have wintry weather ! 
So we '11 hope, and love on, since you, 
love, and I 
Are husband and wife together. 

— Gerald Massey 
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OUR WEDDING DAY 
I 
" Tt was our wedding day 
-■- A month ago," dear heart, I hear 
you say. 
If months, or years, or ages since have 

passed, 
I know not : I have ceased to question 

Time. 
I only know that once there pealed a chime 
Of joyous bells, and then I held you fast, 
And all stood back, and none my right 

denied, 
And forth we walked : the world was free 

and wide 
Before us. Since that day 
1 count my life : the Past is washed away. 

II 

It was no dream, that vow : 

It was the voice that woke me from a 
dream, — 

A happy dream, I think ; but I am wak- 
ing now. 

And drink the splendor of a sun supreme 

That turns the mist of former tears to 
gold. 

Within these arms I hold 

The fleeting promise, chased so long in 
vain : 



/IRarriacie Cbimee 

Ah, weary bird ! thou wilt not fly again ; 
Thy wings are clipped, thou canst no 

more depart, — 
Thy nest is builded in my heart. 

Ill 

I was the crescent ; thou 

The silver phantom of the perfect sphere 

Held in its bosom : in one glory now 

Our lives united shine, and many a year — 

Not the sweet moon of the bridal only — we 

One lustre, ever at the full shall be: 

One pure and rounded light, one planet 

whole. 
One life developed, one completed soul ! 
For I in thee, and thou in me. 
Unite our cloven halves of destiny. 

— Bayard Taylor 

LOVE^S PRELUDES 

I SHOULD be happy." with a look 
Towards her husband where he lay. 
Lost in the pages of his book, 
Soft did she say. 

" I am. and yet no lot below 
For one whole day eludeth care ; 
To marriage all the stories flow 
And finish there ; 

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Carriage 

'• As if with marriage came the end. 
The entrance into settled rest, 
The calm to which love's tossings tend, 
The quiet breast. 

• For me love played the low preludes, 
Yet life began but with the ring, 
Such infinite solicitudes 
Around it cling." 

— /e^77i Inge low 



THE MARRIED LOVER 

T T Thy, having won her, do I woo ? 

^ ^ Because her spirit's vestal grace 
Provokes me always to pursue, 

But, spirit like, eludes embrace ; 
Because her womanhood is such 

That, as on court-days subjects kiss 
The queen's hand, yet so near a touch 

Affirms no mean familiarness, — 
Nay, rather marks more fair the height 

Which can with safety so neglect 
To dread, as lower ladies might, 

That grace should meet with disrespect : 
Thus she with happy favor feeds 

Allegiance from a Love so high 
That thence no false conceit proceeds, 

Of difference bridged, or state put by ; 

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/Iftarrtacje Cbtmes 

Because, although in act and word 

As lowly as a wife can be, 
Her manners, when they call me lord. 

Remind me 't is by courtesy ; 
Not with her least consent of will. 

Which would my proud affection hurt. 
But by the noble style that still 

Imputes an unattained desert. 

— Coventry Patni07-e 

A WINSOME WEE THING 

SHE is a winsome wee thing, 
She is a handsome wee thing. 
She is a bonnie wee thing. 
This sweet wee wife o' mine. 

I never saw^ a fairer, 
I never lo'ed a dearer, 
And neist my heart I'll wear her, 
For fear my jewel tine. 

The world's wrack we share o' t; 
The warstle and the care o' t ; 
Wi' her I '11 blithely bear it, 

And think my lot divine. 

— Robert Ihi)-}is 



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Let the husband render wito the wife her 
due: and liketoise also the 7i>ife iDito the hus- 
band. — / Cor. 7 ; j>. 

Husbafids, loi'e your wives ^ eve^i as Christ 
also loved the chicrch, and gave himself up for 
it ; . . . Even so ought husbatids also to love 
their own wives as their ow7i bodies. He that 
loveth his own wife loz>eth himself : for no 
man ever hated his oivn flesh ; but nourish- 
eth and cherish eth it, even as Christ also the 
church. — Eph. 5 ; ^5, 28, 2g. 

Stre7igth a7id dignity are her clothing ; 
And she laugheth at the time to come. 
She ope net h her inoutJi with wisdom ; 
And the law of ki7idness is 07i her to7igue. 
She looketh well to the ivays of her household, 
A7id eateth 71 ot the bread of idle7iess. 
Her childre7i rise up, a7id call her blessed ; 
Her Jiusba7id also, and he praiseth her. 

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THE KING AND KINGDOM 

r^ARK is the night, and fitful and drearily 
-*--^ Rushes the wind like the waves of 

the sea : 
Little care I, as here I sit cheerily, 

Wife at my side and my baby on knee. 
King, king, crown me the king : 
Home is the kingdom, and love is the 
king ! 

Flashes the firelight upon the dear faces, 

Dearer and dearer as onward we go. 
Forces the shadow behind us, and places 
Brightness around us with warmth in 
the glow. 
King, king, crown me the king : 
Home is the kingdom, and love is the 
kin«: ! 



Flashes the lovelight, increasing the glory. 
Beaming from bright eyes with warmth 
of the soul, 

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Telling of trust and content the sweet story. 
Lifting the shadows that over us roll. 
King, king, crown me the king : 
Home is the kingdom, and love is the 
king ! 

Richer than miser with perishing treasure. 
Served with a service no conquest could 
bring ; 
Happy with fortune that words cannot 
measure, 
Light-hearted I on the hearthstone can 
sing, 
King, king, crown me the king : 
Home is the kingdom, and love is the 
king ! 

— Willi a 7)1 Rankin Dnryea 



NOT FOUR SQUARE WALLS 

T Tome 's not merely four square walls, 
*- ^ Though with pictures hung and gilded: 
Home is where affection calls. 

Filled with shrines the heart hath 
builded ! 
Home ! go watch the faithful dove. 

Sailing 'neath the heaven above us: 
Home is where there 's one to love ! 

Home is where there 's one to love us ! 



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Home 's not merely roof and room : 
It needs something to endear it; 

Home is where the heart can bloom, 
Where there 's some kind heart to 
cheer it ! 

What is home with none to meet, 
None to welcome, none to greet us ? 

Home is sweet, and only sweet. 

When there 's one we love to meet us I 
— Charles Swain 



O HAPPY HOUSE 

" O selig Hatis, wo ma7i Dich aitfgeno7nvie7i.'''' 
HAPPY house ! where man and wife 



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in heart, 

In faith, and hope are one. 
That neither life nor death can part 

The holy union here begun ; 
Where both are sharing one salvation, 

And live before thee. Lord, always, 
In gladness or in tribulation. 

In happy or in evil days. 

O happy house! whose little ones are 
given 
Early to thee, in faith and prayer,- — 



Carriage Cbimes 

To thee, their Friend, who from the heights 
of heaven 
Guards them with more than mother's 
care. 
O happy house ! where little voices 
Their glad hosannas love to raise, 
And childhood's lisping tongue rejoices 
To bring new songs of love and praise. 

O happy house ! and happy servitude ! 

Where all alike one Master own : 
Where daily duty, in Thy strength pursued. 

Is never hard nor toilsome known; 
Where each one serves Thee, meek and 
lowly, 

Whatever thine appointment be. 
Till common tasks seem great and holy. 

When they are done as unto Thee. 

— Karl Johaiin Philipp Spitta, 

tr. by Mrs. Eric Fifuilater 



OUR HOME 

WHEN daily tasks are done, and tirdd 
hands 
Lie still and folded on the resting knee : 
When loving thoughts have leave to loose 

their bands. 
And wander over past and future free: 



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When visions bright of love and hope 

fulfilled 
Bring weary eyes a spark of olden fire, 
One castle fairer than the rest we build, 
One blessing more than others we desire : 
A home, our home, wherein, all waiting 

past. 
We two may stand together, and alone ; 
Our patient taskwork finished, and at last 
Love's perfect blessedness and peace 

our own — 
Some little nest of safety and delight. 
Guarded by God's good angels day and 
night. 



We cannot guess if this dear home shall 
lie 

In some green spot embowered with arch- 
ing trees. 

Where bird-notes, joined with brook- 
notes gliding by, 

Shall make us music as we sit at ease ; 

Or if amid the city's busy din 

Is built the nest for which we look and 
long. 

No sound shall mar the peace within, 

The calm of love that time has proved so 
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Or if, — ah, solemn thought ! — this home 

of ours 
Doth lie beyond the world's confusing noise. 
And if the nest be built in Eden's bowers, 
What do we still, but silently rejoice ? 

We have a home, but of its happy state 
We know not yet. We are content to wait. 



A TRUE HOME 

WHAT is a home? A guarded space 
Wherein a few, unfairly blest, 
Shall sit together, face to face. 

And bask, and purr, and be at rest ? 

Where cushioned walls rise up between 
Its inmates and the common air. 

The common pain, and pad and screen 
From blows of fate or winds of care ? 



Where Art may blossom strong and free, 
And Pleasure furl her silken wing. 

And every moment laden be, 
A precious and peculiar thing ? 

And Past and Future, softly veiled 
In hiding mists, shall float and lie 

Forgotten half, and unassailed 
By either Hope or Memory, 



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While the luxurious Present weaves 
Her perfumed spells untried, untrue, 

'Broiders her garments, heaps her sheaves, 
All for the pleasure of a few ? 

Can it be this — the longed-for thing 
Which wanderers on the restless foam. 

Unsheltered beggars, birds on wing, 
Aspire to, dream of, christen " Home " ? 

No. Art may bloom, and peace and bliss ; 

Grief may refrain and Death forget; 
But if there be no more than this 

The soul of home is wanting yet. 

Dim image from far glory caught. 
Fair type of fairer things to be. 

The true home rises in our thought 
As beacon for all men to see. 

Its lamps burn freely in the night; 

Its fire-glows, unchidden, shed 
Their cheering and abounding light 

On homeless folk uncomforted. 

Each sweet and secret thing within 
Gives out a fragrance on the air — 

A thankful breath sent forth to win 
A little smile from others' care. 

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The few, they bask in closer heat; 

The many catch the further ray ; 
Life higher seems, the world more sweet. 

And hope and heaven less far away. 

So the old miracle anew 

Is wrought on earth and proved good. 
And crumbs apportioned for a few, 

God-blessed, suffice a multitude. 

— Stcsan Coolidge 

A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT 

SHE was a phantom of delight 
When first she gleamed upon my sight : 
A lovely apparition, sent 
To be a moment's ornament ; 
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; 
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; 
But all things else about her drawn 
From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; 
A dancing shape, an image gay. 
To haunt, to startle, and waylay. 

I saw her upon nearer view, 

A spirit, yet a woman too ! 

Her household motions light and free. 

And steps of virgin liberty ; 

A countenance in which did meet 

Sweet records, promises as sweet ; 

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A creature not too bright or good 
For human nature's daily food ; 
For transient sorrows, simple wiles, 
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles. 

And now I see with eye serene 
The very pulse of the machine : 
A being breathing thoughtful breath, 
A traveler between life and death ; 
The reason firm, the temperate will. 
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill: 
A perfect woman, nobly planned. 
To warn, to comfort and command; 
And yet a spirit still, and bright 
With something of an angel light. 

— William Wordsivorth 

WE FELL OUT 

As through the land at eve we went. 
And plucked the ripened ears. 
We fell out, my wife and I, 
Oh, we fell out, I know not why, 
And kissed again with tears. 

For when we came where lies the child 

We lost in other years, 
There above the little grave, 
Oh, there above the little grave, 

We kissed again with tears. 

— A If red 1 'dn /lyson 



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A GOLDEN DAY 

A YOUNG wife stood at the lattice-pane. 
In a study sad and brown. 
Watching the dreary ceaseless rain 
Steadily pouring down : 
Drip ! drip ! drip ! 
It kept on its tireless play : 
And the little woman sighed. -Ah me ! 
What a wretched, wearj^ day ! '' 

An eager hand at the door, 

A step as of one in haste. 
A kiss on her lips once more. 

And an arm around her waist : 
Throb! throb! throb! 

Went her little heart grateful and gay, 
As she thought with a smile. -Well, after all. 

It is n't so dull a day ! " 

Forgot was the plashing rain 

And the lowering skies above. 
For the somber room was lighted again 
By the blessed sun of love : 

'• Love ! love ! love ! *' 
Ran the little wife's murmured lay : 
-Without, it may threaten and frown if it 
will : 

Within, what a golden day ! " 

— Auofi. 
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RESPECTFUL LOVE 

KEEP your undrest, familiar style 
For strangers, but respect your 
friend, — 
Her most, whose matrimonial smile 

Is and asks honor without end. 
'T is found, and needs must be so. 

That life from love's allegiance flags, 
When Love forgets his majesty 

In sloth's unceremonious rags. 
Love should make home a stately Court : 

There let the world's rude, hasty ways 
Be fashioned to a better port. 

And learn to bow and stand at gaze ; 
And let the sweet respective sphere 

Of personal worship there obtain 
Circumference for moving clear, 

None treading on another's train. 
This makes that pleasures do not cloy, 

And dignifies our mortal strife 
With calmness and considerate joy. 

Befitting our immortal life. 

— Coventry Patmorc 

MY WIFE 

SHE who sleeps upon my heart 
Was the first to win it; 
She who dreams upon my breast 
Ever reigns within it. 




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She who kisses oft my lips 
Wakes their warmest blessing ; 

She who rests within my arms 
Feels their closest pressing. 

Other days than these shall come, 
Days that may be dreary ; 
Other hours shall greet us yet, 

Hours that may be weary ; 
Still this heart may be thy throne. 

Still this breast thy pillow, 
Still these lips shall meet thine oft, 

As billow meeteth billow. 



Sleep, then, on my happy heart, 

Since thy love has won it ; 
Dream, then, on my loyal breast ; 

None but thou hast done it; 
And when our age shall change. 

With its wintry weather. 
May we in the self-same grave 

Sleep and dream together. 



- Anon. 



HOME JOYS 

SWEET are the joys of Home, 
And pure as sweet; for they. 
Like dews of morn and evening, c( 
To wake and close the day. 



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The world hath its delights, 

And its delusions, too. 
But Home to calmer bliss invites, 

More tranquil and more true. 

The mountain flood is strong. 

But fearful in its pride, 
While gently rolls the stream along 

The peaceful valley's side. 

Life's charities, like light, 

Spread smilingly afar ; 
But stars, approached, become more bright, 

And Home is life's own star. 

The pilgrim's step in vain 

Seeks Eden's sacred ground ; 
But in Home's holy joys again 

An Eden may be found. 

A glimpse of heaven to see. 

To none on earth is given ; 
And yet a happy family 

Is but an earlier heaven. 

— /o/ni Bowriiig 



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As the ntn when it arisrth in the highest places 
of the Lvrd^ 
So is the beauty of a good vsife in the order- 
ing of a mans house. 
As the lamp shineth upon the holy candlestick^ 
So is the beauty of the feu e in ripe age. 

— Ecclesiasticus : Book 11^ 6 



fohn Anderson, my jo, fohn, 

IVe clamb the hill thegither. 
And mony a canty day, John^ 
We \'e had iin ane anither ; 
Now ive maun totter down, John^ 

But hand in hand 7ue ''II go. 
An* sleep thegither at the foot, 
John Anderson, my jo. 

— Robert Bums 



LIFE-LOVERS 



THREE LOVES IN A LIFE 

I LOVE," " And I love," " And I love 
too," 
They all loved well, and they loved but 
one. 
Each heart was hers, and each heart was 
true : 
By which shall she, the beloved, be won ? 
Strong on each was her gentle thrall ; 
Oh, how dear was she held by all ! 



The first was a youth in opening life ; 

And he was charmed by her beauty rare. 
With the face and form of his fair young 
wife, 
With her sweet blue eye and her silken 
hair. 
Gazing then on her charms with pride, 
Oh, how dear was his lovely bride ! 

The next had lived to his manhood's 
prime ; 
And he admired all her thouijhts so 



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How gracefully, at fit place and time. 

Counsels sage to her lips would rise. 
Her woman's wit would silence strife. 
Oh. how dear was his prudent wife ! 

The last is an older, life-worn man : 
And he delights in her tender heart. 

Which loveth as only woman's can. 

And cheers him with woman's heaven- 
taught art. 

This loving heart is all his own : 

Oh. how dear has his fond wife grown ! 

In youth I saw a maiden fair; 

And finding beaut}'. I sought no more. 
But I loved and wedded as youth will dare. 

And litde I knew of the prize I bore. 
Proud was I 'midst my fellow-men : 
Dear to me was my young wife then. 

But as life advanced and cares came thick. 

On ever}' side came pressing round. 
Till my wearied heart grew faint and sick, — 

Ever her at my side I found. 
With words of counsel wise and free: 
Dearer still was she then to me. 



Her hair is gray, and her sweet blue eves. 
Though loving still, are no longer bright ; 



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And I list not now for her thoughts so wise ; 

But far stronger ties our hearts unite. 
Dear through life she has ever been ; 
Dearest now at its close serene. 



SUMMER IN THE HEART 

DEAREST heart, the leaves are fallin<^ 
And the summer burneth low : 
And I hear the crickets calling 

When the twilight fadeth slow. 
Once again the flowers are dying. 

And the glad birds southward start ; 
But no cause have we for sighing, 
For 'tis summer in the heart. 
Yes, 'tis summer in the heart; 
Bird and blossom may depart, 
But our love will hold forever, 
Glad, sweet summer in the heart. 

Winter snows will soon be lying 

Cold and white on vale and hill ; 
Winter birds will soon be sighing 

Through the branches bare and chill; 
But the icy breezes never 

To our lives their chill impart, 
For our love doth keep, forever, 

Glorious summer in the heart. 

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Yes. 'tis summer in the heart; 
Snows may fall and tear-drops start, 
But the soul that loves, forever 
Keepeth summer in the heart. 

Hand in hand through life together. 

You and I have journeyed long ; 
Laughing at the stormy weather, 

Meeting trouble with a song. 
Sorrow's storms have beat around us ; 
Oft we 've felt the tear-drops start : 
But. wherever trouble found us. 
Love kept summer in the heart. 
Yes, *t was summer in the heart ; 
Griefs might come and joys depart. 
But the sunshine lingered with us. — 
Love made summer in the heart. 

So, at last, when death shall find us 

Watching, waiting, hand in hand. 

With life's summer time behind us. 

And our feet upon the strand. 
Though upon the shore we sever. 

Drifting for a while apart. 
We shall meet and feel, forever. 
Endless summer in the heart. 

There '11 be summer in the heart : 
Though awhile we drift apart. 
Love will bring, beyond the shadows. 
Endless summer to the heart. 

— /. S. Cutler 
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NEVER OLD 



I LOOKED in the tell-tale mirror, 
And saw the marks of care, — 
The crow's-feet and the wrinkles. 

And the gray in the dark brown hair. 
My wife looked over my shoulder ; 

Most beautiful was she ; 
" Thou wilt never grow old, my Love," 
she said, 
" Never grow old to me." 

" For age is the chilling of the heart ; 

And thine, as mine can tell. 
Is as young and warm as when first we 
heard 

The sound of our bridal bell ! " 
I turned and kissed her ripe red lips : 

" Let time do its worst on me. 
If in my soul, my Love, my Faith, 

I never seem old to thee ! " 

THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY 

OLovE, it is our wedding day ! 
This morn — how swift the sea- 
sons flee ! — 
A virgin morn of cloudless May, 

You gave your loyal hand to me, — 
Your dainty hand, clasped sweet and sure 
As Love's sweet self, forevermore ! 

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O Love, it is our wedding day ! 

The very rustling of your dress, 
The trembling of your arm that lay 

On mine with timorous happiness, 
Your fluttering breath and faint footfall, — 
Ah, sweet, I hear, I see them all ! 

O Love, it is our wedding day ! 

And backward Time's strange current 
rolls 
Till life's and love's auspicious May 

Once more is blooming in our souls. 
And, lark-like, swells the song of hope, 
Your blissful bridal horoscope. 

O Love, it is our wedding day ! 

Yet say, did those fair hopes but sing. 
Lapped in the tuneful morn of May, 

To lie or droop on faltering wing, 
When noontide heats and evening chills 
Made pale the flowers and veiled the hills ? 



O Love, it is our wedding day. 

And none of those glad hopes of youth. 
Thrilled to its height, outpoured a lay 

To match our future's sjmple truth ; 
Though deep the joy of vow and shrine, 
Our wedded calm is more divine ! 

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O Love, it is our wedding day ! 

Life's summer, with slow-waning beam, 
Tints near the autumn's cloud-land gray 

To softness of a fairy dream. 
Whence peace, by musing pathos kissed, 
Smiles through a veil of golden mist 

O Love, it is our wedding day ! 

The conscious winds are whispering 
low 
Those passionate secrets of the May 

Fraught with your kisses long ago, 
When memories of our years remote 
Are trembling in the mock-bird's throat. 

O Love, it is our wedding day, — 

And not a thrush in woodland bowers, 
And not a rivulet's silvery lay. 

Nor tiny bee-song 'mid the flowers. 
Nor any voice on land or sea. 
But deepens love to ecstasy ! 

Our wedding day ! The soul's noontide ! 

In these rare words at watchful rest 
What sweet, melodious meanings hide 

Like birds within one balmy nest, 
Each quivering with an impulse strong 
To flood all heaven and earth with song ! 
— Pan/ Hamilton Ilayne 



THOU AND I 

APRIL days are over I 
O my gay young lover. 
Forth we fare together 
In the soft May weather : 
Forth we wander, hand in hand. 
Seeking an enchanted land 
Underneath a smiling sky. 
So blithely. — Thou and I. 



Soft spring days are over ! 
O my ardent lover. 
Many a hill together. 
In the July weather. 
Climb we when the da}-s are long 
And the summer heats are strong. 
And the har\-est wains go by. 
So bravelv. — Thou and I. 



July days are over ! 
O my faithful lover. 
Side by side together 
In the August weather. 
When the swift, wild storms befall us. 
And the fiery darts appall us. 
Wait we till the clouds sweep by, 
And stars shine, — Thou and I. 



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Summer days are over ! 
O my one true lover, 
Sit we now alone together 
In the early autumn weather ; 
From our nest the birds have flown 
To fair dreamlands of their own ; 
And we see the days go by, 
In silence, — Thou and I. 

Storm and stress are over ! 
O my friend and lover. 
Closer now we lean together 
In the Indian summer weather ; 
See the bright leaves falling, falling, 
Hear the low winds calling, calling, 
Glad to let the world go by 
Unheeding, — Thou and I. 

Winter days are over ! 
O my life-long lover, 
Rest we now in peace together 
Out of reach of changeful weather ; 
Not a sound can mar our sleeping, — 
Breath of laughter or of weeping 
May not reach us where we lie. 
Uncaring, — Thou and I. 

— Julia Caroline Riplcv-Dorr 



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PAGE 

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind .... 8 

A song — to lay at the feet of My Love ... 30 

A young wife stood at the lattice-pane .... 78 

All mankind love a lover 13 

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the 

bag of one bee 40 

And on her lover's arm she leant 57 

April days are over 92 

Ask not of me, love, what is love 5 

As through the land at eve we went 77 

Behold me ! I am worthy . . . . . . . . 10 

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 2>7 
Blessed through love are the gods — through 

love 9 

But hark! a rap comes gently to the door . . 21 

Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily ... 69 

Dearest heart, the leaves are falling 87 

Do I love thee .'* Ask the bee 39 

Even in the happiest choice, where fav'ring 

heaven 62 

Except I be by Sylvia in the night 8 

God makes sech nights, all white and still . . 24 

Good shepherd, tell this youth what 't is to love 7 

Home 's not merely four square walls .... 70 

How do I love thee } Let me count the ways . 46 

How welcome was the call 61 

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I count my times by times I meet thee .... 40 

I looked in the tell-tale mirror 89 

'* I love," " And I love," " And I love too " . 85 

" I should be happy," with a look 64 

I would not be a rose upon the wall 10 

If the apple grows on the apple tree .... 4; 

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours . . 50 

In peace. Love tunes the shepherd's reed ... 7 

It is a dream, sweet child ! a waking dream . . 5 

*' It was our wedding day 63 

Keep your undrest, familiar style 79 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds ... 15 

Love can sun the Realms of Light 9 

Love has no thought of self 11 

Love is not made of kisses, or of sighs .... 16 

Love is not to be bought — 't is of the soul . . I'l 
Love is the root of creation; God's essence; 

worlds without number 6 

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak . . 6 

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip dej^ths . 11 

Love reflects the thing beloved 11 

Love 's too precious to be lost 11 

Love took me softly by the hand 47 

Love ! what a volume in a word ! an ocean in a 

tear 12 

My true love hath my heart, and I have his . . 29 

Nevermore 37 

Now the rite is duly done 58 

O happy house! where man and wife in heart . 71 

O Love, it is our wedding day 89 

O splendid sun that shone above 14 

O that the desert were my dwelling-place ... 9 

Oh, life is not perfect with Love's first kiss . . 62 

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Oh, Love is not a summer mood 13 

Oh, Love is weak 15 

Oh Love ! young Love ! bound in thy rosy band . 8 

Oh, my luve 's like a red, red rose 46 

She is a winsome wee thing 66 

She knew she was by him beloved — she knew . 9 

She stood breast high amid the corn .... 28 

She was a phantom of delight 76 

She was his life 9 

She who sleeps upon my heart 79 

So these lives that had run thus far in separate 

channels 6 

Strange! that one lightly- whispered tone .. . . 49 

Sweet are the joys of Home 80 

Thank God for Love : though Love may hurt and 

wound 12 

The bond that links our souls together .... 52 

The might of one fair face sublimes my love . 50 

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love ... 5 

The truth of truths is love 5 

The voice that breathed o'er Eden 59 

The winter wind is wailing, sad and low ... 42 
Then we talked — oh, how we talked ! her voice 

so cadenced in the talking 10 

There has fallen a splendid tear 38 

Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie ... 32 

To my room 48 

Together we walked in the evening time ... 23 

True love 's the gift which God has given . . 7 

True, 't is only a rose 44 

Two Loves came up a long, wide aisle ■ • • • 57 

What is a home.'' A guarded space .... 74 



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PAGE 

What ! keep a week away ? seven days and 

nights 8 

What would I ask for thee, wish for thee, Sweet 41 

What you do 51 

When daily tasks are done, and tired hands . . 72 

When the earth is waking at the voice of May . 31 

Where is another sweet as my sweet .... 21 

Why, having won her, do I woo 65 

Yes, hope may with my strong desire keep pace 52 

Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven .... 8 



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